Alaskan Adventure (Destination: Desire) by Crystal Jordan

in. The musky scent and taste of him made her whimper. She slid her tongue down the length of him, using her hands to work his shaft in the same rhythm his hands and mouth set for her. He groaned and quivered, his hips pushing his cock deeper. The combined sensation was enough to fry her nervous system. She was so close to the edge of oblivion, and she wanted to take him with her when she went flying. She drew on him harder, flicked the tip of her tongue against the bulbous crest. The way he jerked and gasped told her how much he liked that, so she did it again. And again.
    In response, he hooked his fingers inside of her and rubbed over just the right spot. It was more than enough to make her break.
    They came at the same time, groaning as climax exploded over them. Stars burst before her eyes as she sucked him, as her body tried to turn itself inside out. Rhythmic pulses squeezed her sex around his thrusting fingers, and great shudders wracked his form. They continued to work each other, wringing every last drop out of the experience. He seemed as unwilling to stop as she was, and aftershocks of orgasm quaked through her. Euphoria hit her in a blinding rush, and her entire body tingled. She sighed, letting the sweetness of it flood her. There were long moments of silence broken by the sound of their bellowing lungs and the whoosh of blood in her ears.
    Finally, he pulled away, scooting around until he lay on his side next to her, his head propped in one hand. “You okay?”
    “Ah, yeah.” She flopped onto her back and let out a long, satisfied breath. “ That is how an O-face is supposed to be.”
    A belly laugh rolled out of him. “Thanks, I think.”
    “You’re welcome.” Somehow she found the energy to lift a hand and pat his arm.
    His gaze slid over her, then he frowned at her chest. She glanced down and saw the abraded flesh on her breasts. He rubbed a thumb over his chin, the short hairs making a scraping sound similar to sandpaper. “Sorry about that.”
    She huffed. “Did I complain?”
    “Not that I noticed.” He shrugged. “But I’m not at my most observant when a gorgeous woman has her mouth on my favorite body part.”
    “Well, if I didn’t complain, don’t apologize.” Duh. She didn’t add that last part, but she was pretty sure he heard it anyway because he snorted.
    “Uh-huh. Still. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He dropped a light kiss in the valley of her cleavage.
    “I think I’ll survive,” she said drily. “But you can make it up to me later. With condoms.”

Chapter Four
    Gabe strode into the dining room with a lot more energy than he should have after a day like today, but getting one’s rocks off in spectacular fashion with an incredibly smoking hot woman could do that for a man. He grabbed a tray and loaded up at the buffet stations. The menu rotated on a seven-day schedule, and it was salmon and mashed potato night. Cheesecake for dessert. A cup of coffee completed the meal and he turned to see if he could find his family.
    Yep, there.
    Anne already sat at a table with his parents and Bridget’s teenage boys. Actually, he wasn’t sure the youngest qualified as a teen yet. He looked maybe eleven or twelve. The oldest of the three hadn’t quite gotten over his gawkiness, so Gabe would peg him at maybe fifteen. He would have assumed those three would be back with their own parents instead of his, because he’d already heard that Bridget and her husband had returned safely to the ship. Despite the cast on one leg, she’d told the captain her family was going to finish the cruise. She’d spend her time enjoying the lounge chairs on board while her guys adventured.
    Gabe set his tray at the one empty space left at the table, conveniently located next to Anne. As he sat down, she glanced at him with a smile, then did a slight double-take. He stroked his fingers over his clean-shaven jaw. Her grin turned absolutely sinful. He quirked his eyebrows, but neither of them said a